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Carmen would nod her head in agreement. At the least, the young woman or well, cat creature, was fully up for others to talk about faith and all, especially outside of the church in Southside. However, even then it made her feel rather homesick at times not being back in Puerto Rico as she finished off her drink. Carmen was utterly stuffed, having gotten her fill of pizza to eat. Free pizza was after all the best, next to pizza itself. "I'm going. Nothing we haven't been able to handle before. We'll just kick their ass just like last time," Carmen says enthusiastically as she sits back. If it wasn't for the cool weather and more overcast day, the natural inclination to lie in the sun just like a cat was there. Of course, that would be dumb. She wasn't a cat, just a cat like girl. Then again, that line was already tested at times as she stood up with a long stretch, "When do we go?"

"Just don't wear your school uniform, got it. Last thing we need is something being traced back to us. This should be all off the books, so don't tell a soul," Carmen says, as if almost threatening the other young heroine in a way. What they were doing was against school policy in a large way, something that she had to be careful about. She was already on some thin ice since acquiring somehow a certain magical stick that would not leave her protection, but what could she do. The fact that she had saved all those kids was the only reason that she wasn't finding herself in detention, or far worse for that matter. Later that night, Carman was there, dressed only in a plain grey hoodie while underneath she wore some form of black unitard, something she used as an alternate for practice. She was pouncing rather quickly up towards her, using the concealment of trees and shrubbery to get to the proper spot. By the time she was there, a light rain had begun to fall, leaving the ground wet as she stood in a crouched position, nice and low. Carmen really was a cat person, "Not followed?"

Carmen Arrache "La Puma Negra" Carmen, otherwise known as La Puma Negra, was indeed reclined on the couch, having taken over and hogging the spot while she read a magazine. They were special ordered back from Puerto Rico, a month old, as they traveled first through the orphanage in Aguadilla before coming to Freedom City and finally Claremont Academy. They were all in Spanish, some on fashion while others more about soap gossip. Inane, but they kept her feeling like she was at home at the least. It was a nice feeling that was only ended when a certain smell came about. That smell oddly enough was the one thing that both of the cat like and very cat like peoples seemed to agree upon. The young cat woman would frown, looking at the girl named Rot as she interrupted her time alone. Her face would soon cringe lightly, but unlike Neko, who seemed to get the Hell out of dodge as soon as Rot showed up, Carmen didn't. Instead, she'd stay there to humor her, "What do you want?" Carmen says before listening to her speak. She hadn't gone to Albright, or at least that was what she remembered. She could have sworn she had some sort of internship during the summer at some sciency place or something like that. The idea of going to it hadn't even crossed her mind, simply not caring about even putting her name down to go to it. "I don't do any of that stuff. Seniors do that. I'm only allowed to go on mentorship trips," she responds, tossing her magazine onto the coffee table of the common room. No one dared to touch them as they knew exactly whose they were. Without a second thought, she'd take the friendship bracelet, breathing a sigh of relief, expression changing to a far more passive one, "Now, if you want to skip the wait and have me show you a fun time, certainly. 10 O'clock, after the prefects do their first inspection. See me towards the back of the property and keep quiet. Southside, I know the area enough."

"Church group?" Carmen spoke in response. She wasn't as open with her religiosity at school, keeping to reading to herself and so on or attending church in town when not living on campus. Christian telepathic mind reading moon people was not on her list of things that would go with that sort of group but she supposed so far in her life that odd things like that would just be par for the course. Of course, she herself was an oddity, a young cat woman with claws and fangs, a desire for meat, and the tendency to sleep or rest in tall places, perching their for safety and to stalk prey. What prey she didn't know, but pizza was an obvious target at this point as she continued to eat and finish off the slice. "So, if we are meeting these people, what for, this some sort of educational thing? Every time we've gone on one something bad happens," she says, then downing a glass of milk as well, an odd combination, "I mean I'll go but that's what always happens."

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Carmen lay there like a slug; it was only defense as she still laid there in her defeat. Her body was slowly inching towards her room, ever so slowly, like a snake caught outside it's rock and less like a cat. It was barely noticeable at first, but Carmen was already a quarter way towards her room by the steps, a total distance of only five feet in length and she had already met part of it. This moral defeat had fried her brain, making the young cat woman numb to everything until a sort of strange stench began to waif into the room. Something was wrong, rotten if you will as it soon flooded into her super feline senses. It was worse when metal objects, pots and pans for some reason, landed right next to her. Carmen would go from laying there like she was dead to on all fours with one agile jump, spooked by the sudden noise, "¡Eh! ¡Míralo!"

Carmen looked up from eating as she heard about potentially going on some sort of field trip. By the time this had come up, she was already four slices in. If it hadn't been for this statement, she would have likely begun to eat some of the margarita pizza if it hadn't been for Ashley talking about some sort of field trip that gripped her fascination and made the young heroine stop for just a few moments, "Wait, the Moon? Isn't that where are those werewolf creeps are?" she responds, remembering where all the ones the two had fought had supposedly come from still remembering that fateful evening the two had saving the day and the many people that had been held hostage by them. It had been a tough fight and she still hadn't really figured things out with them, even the school being limited in what they could teach. "And mind readers?" she says, not sure what she meant by that at all.

Carmen wiggled her nose after taking a whiff of ozone, not used to this amount of concentrated ether radiating off a person beside one or two folks from Claremont that could spew fire, and even then, this was different. It was like a celestial embodiment of the cosmos before her, a star made to human form right before her. The stereotype of Southern Christian girl would fly over her head with the more basic American stereotypes, but no one here in Freedom City, especially among the supers, could be said to be anything like a stereotype. Baby Philip was taken gently from the young catwoman's arms into Judy's, moved away to prepare a bottled meal for the little guy. As they made ways into the home, she could smell the pizza before she even stepped inside. The thing that really kicked it off with her super enhanced senses, the one that was likely the biggest draw was the meat pizza, and as soon as Carmen was able to and allowed so, would scarf one down with holding back rather quickly. Besides a lazy breakfast from the school in the morning, that had been the only thing she had eaten, and combined with her own feline nature, would devour a slice of meat pizza quickly.

Carmen cradled the baby in her arms, rocking lightly in them as she hummed a tune to him. Little Philip, as was his name, seemed to calm down once he was with her once more. He definitely did seem cozy, a rather opposite reaction to what she thought she was going to experience as she looked to Patriot and her large home, taking it in once more. A relatively large home, a nice place to raise a kid she assumed. The young heroine had no idea how much money was likely needed to afford it, especially for enough room to house a small spaceship in the backyard without disturbing the local area, "So.... this about baby sitting or something? I don't really have that much experience with kids, especially babies you know?" It was soon that another flash of light much like their own teleportation occurred before them and out of it a figure of light, one that looked as if they were purely of it was now before them in all their radiancy. Schooling had taught her whom this was, the famous Daystar, and like Patriot, a prominent hero in the superhero community. Of course, that was about as much as she knew about it, still being relatively inexperienced in comparison to the professionals around her. It was still rather intriguing for her and smiled, although awkwardly. "Nice to meet you Daystar, I mean Judy," she says a little nervous, shaking hands with her. They were warm to the touch and yet didn't hurt, offering for her to see the baby that she held better.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" "You think I'm stupid. I know better than to just break something like this. You'll have your freedom, in due time," Puma says as she holds the Devil Stick in her hands. Its power could be sensed easily enough for her in her hands. Even if she had made a deal with this devil, it was her will that bound it, not his, simply using him for her own needs. However, they did have a deal, and with that deal she'd give the stick over to the school and inform them that she had come into possession of it in time. Of course, she'd lie about having stolen it, not something they needed to know honestly. With Juan, it was a different manner, calling the police and leaving a notice that a dangerous man had kidnapped children and all needed serious medical attention. Puma would disappear before the cops showed, watching from the shadows in her tattered attire, looking at herself as she slinked home, tired and bruised.

Carmen had to shake her head after being suddenly transported after taking hold of the tag that Patriot had given her, still holding on to the baby in her arms as she was taken in by this strange light that engulfed them both, taking them away to a new location. This new location was foreign, feeling a light sort of tingle that she shook off quickly yet still was rather jarring. The werecat had been taken at least once to a different world by a portal or two, this she assumed was like that, save it was some sort of teleporter of advance sciences. Carmen too would attempt to quiet the baby, but not being the mother grew harder for her and eventually gave the young child back their mother. Indeed, Carmen could not change whatsoever, stuck in this form that she had so long been a part of her that she seldom recalled her younger self, what she appeared as in the long distant past as a human appearing. In fact, most of the time beside the school uniform, which in this case was the more heroic attire of a unitard in the school's attire, fitting the more agile and dexterous nature of her abilities. Of course, the varsity jacket was still on, thinking it for the best that they go and put it away back at Patriot's home. Carmen had never been to it in the time that she had known Patriot, but that she expected would soon end as she nodded her head in approval of heading back to change. "Ill be fine, though I think going back to your place would be for the best... what are we doing today?" Carmen asked nonchalantly as she looked up and down the alleyway.

Carmen simply stood there, facing a sort of defeat that can only be described in the strangest and most petty of ways, standing there aimlessly in the hall, lips moving partially to voice out a response, but nothing would come out. The young cat woman would watch as the other one ran away down the aisle student dorm rooms. Suddenly, as Neko ran away down the hallway, Carmen could feel her legs feel like gelatin, wobbling before falling over on her face, flopping hard with the rest of her belongings. She'd just lay there, defeated.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Puma came down from the air, landing in a crouch on top of a dilapidated but stable roof with relative ease. The young heroine had heard the sickening crunch, a leg so broken that a trip to the hospital and surgery was no doubt needed to fix that. The smell of blood, her own, and now Juan's was in the air as she stared down towards him. Even then, it was far better than the terrible stench of what she had dealt with before and she could only be thankful that she could breathe fresh air once more. "Burn him and then what? He needs to pay for a long while more than any burning can be. We can get him to the proper authorities, coax him for all he knows and get those kids fixed," she responded back before jumping down from her perch with ease. In her hands was the Devil Stick which rightfully in the wrong hands could unleash this demon into the world. "I have to make a call Tazel, we aren't too far from my place."

Carmen didn't want to ask much beyond the confusion of using a clone. Alien biology and what not was just not something that she was truly knowledgeable about, let alone regular human biology here on Earth. It seemed at the least that Patriot was happy, her very own kid, looking down to the small, strange child and giving them a soft smile, rocking slowly with Fa'Rua in her arms. There was at the least some experience with working with children this age with her time in the orphanage. This smile was slowly fading as thoughts began to form, wondering if her own mother had ever held her like this, in her arms to rock back and forth. "Won't tell a soul."

Such perfect isolation was broken by the fact that Carmen was being finally taken out of the box by Neko. She was now being observed and she could tell, and it had to be her, it had to be Neko. A rival for no reason other than pure happenstance of what they were, underclassman and upperclassman, cat girl and cat girl. Naturally opposing entities directly opposed to one another for no other reason as it appeared. But then, when Neko handed her a cookie, yellow eyes meeting her own, she was broken, just standing there, at a loss for what to say or do.

Carmen craned her head to the right, looking at the child, a strange almost alien child that was just barely of this world it seemed at all, seeing the ears as she observed the small child. It was like a small person was there in Patriot's hands, just a little guy, right there, looking up at her in the same way another small child had looked up to her not so long ago. Being told that she could then hold the child was something she wasn't expecting, sheepishly taking the child in her arms in surprise, feeling his small weight and form now that she looked down to in her arms, "A clone?"

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Whatever this thing was saying she didn't really care. It was a tool to be used and she hated using it, gripping it tight in the hand like a batter in the Carribean League back home, swinging it as she traveled through the air into the form of Juan with both hands wielding it in mid air. A testament to her ability to do so as no normal human could have done such a feat let alone be able to have survived this long without such. "Well dodge this raro!"

28 with a Natural 20 on the die as she smacks out at the smoke with the wand stick.

Carmen stretched out like a cat that had just awoken from a nap, standing up from the bench to greet her mentor and the child that she carried. The young heroine recalled hearing something about Fa'Rua the last time they had spoken, or well, had texted each other in this case. Memory wasn't her strong suit when it came to these sorts of things and school had made things a bit more difficult. Study and exams this quick in the year, barely a month into being a Junior there at Claremont, already harassed by a counselor or two about colleges. Her question was how she would even go to college with her financial situation, let alone her appearance. Close enough to the baby now as Patriot came up to her, Carmen looked down at the newborn with a curious face, cattish face, eyes peering down to this strange sort if child, born of two different worlds, "Hi Phillip," she says in a soft voice, almost as if there was a purr, trying to not startle them. Carmen wasn't that experienced dealing babies that much, not wanting to cause them to cry.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" For a few moments, Carmen just sort of stood there, looking painfully forward towards the other students. She remained silent, standing there with her stuff, not accepting the help from Multi-Girl nor turning it down. This was her natural defense, her own silence her camouflage, just standing there, not doing anything and yet somehow whenever attention seemed to commonly be taken away from her was now an inch closer to her new rooms open door. Yes, yes, like a Schrödinger's cat, unobserved and all from what she was taught about that sort of theory, or something like that, she didn't really know.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Puma continued to climb, and climb, leaping to and fro upward further and faster than she had ever done before. The young woman was determined, willing to push herself to the very limits in order to catch this man. Something that was inside her at the moment compelled her to stop him, no matter what, even if her own hands couldn't, she was compelled to him. After all, Puma had a promise to keep and she wasn't going to just break it, regardless of whom it was with as she heard someone shout out. The young heroine would turn as she leapt upward, seeing someone throw her the Devil's Stick. She didn't know if it was Tazel or the stick itself, but it flew towards her, reaching out to grab it as quick as she could. At first it would near slip from her fingers before she finally reached out and fully grasped it, taking it into her hands, feeling the power and evil of such a strong device that was now there in her hands. She'd aim it towards Juan, willing her thoughts to do something against Juan, anything to stop him.

14 , enough to beat it. Dex bonus was already a 10 to XD

29 For Climbing. She has some natural powered leaping ability as well.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Puma was fuming visibly, growling with her claws and gritting her teeth like she was chewing on the toughest piece of steak she had ever eaten. He was getting away and there was nothing that she could physically do. Even in her more aggressive and angered state of mind she still had enough common sense not to go after essentially thin air. Smoke wisps that trailed up to the roof opening of the building and towards alley way, he was getting away. Without speaking, Puma ran towards the wall and began to climb up the dilapidated buildings interior side, leaping around like a mad cat as she attempted to keep pace. If she couldn't catch him, she could easily enough keep up with him with her own ability, using her leaping abilities and natural prediction for climbing to let her keep the pace with him. Puma wasn't just going to let him get away from her so easily now. "Tazel, what do we have to stop him!?"

Carmen wasn't alone when she was getting to her floor, and unfortunately for her, if one could call it unfortunate, her room sharing the same relative space on the fifth floor with a certain other feline. Call it plain old genetics or something, but something about Neko grinded her gears, being almost a complete opposite to Carmen, from this extroverted appearing personality compared to her own more introverted to the more outward human like appearance that she had compared to the were-creature that she was. However, it wasn't Neko's voice that made her pause, freezing in place with wide feline eyes, but the Multi Girl as she was called, Bernadette. A call that she hadn't anticipated, just standing loaded with her stuff, awkwardly.

The air was beginning to chill as Summer was quickly fading into Fall. Even then, she could sense in the air rain showers that'd be coming later in the evening. It wasn't that there would actually be one potentially, but something about how her feline sense of smell and such made it so Carmen Arrache just kind of felt these sorts of things. Honestly, if she wanted to confirm such was even correct, Carmen could have just as easily checked her phone or watched the news to see what the forecast was. Unfortunately, sometimes that sort of cat like personality could make her a little bit lazy at times. Carmen could see her, Ahsley, otherwise known as the current Patriot, coming up with what appeared to be a small child in her arms. This perked the brow of the young feline appearing woman, laying down on a bench by the front of the women's dorm building. She hadn't expected Ashley to be a mother, unless she wasn't, and it was someone else's kid. It didn't appear like that weirdo demon man's kid, but it could have fooled her as she got up, stretching before she stood once more. Fall weather meant that her varsity jacket could be work without any issue, feeling nice and comfortable for her.